The two brothers were disrupted by a series of knocks on the door. Dean groaned, making Sam look at him strangely. "I forgot. Lisa's coming over."

"Shouldn't you be happy about that?"

Dean frowned at Sam. "Normally, that'd be great, but seriously, could her timing be any worse?" Sam rolled his eyes at his brother before giving him Bitchface number three. "Sammy, seriously? You're the one who asked me!"

"Yeah, and she's your fiancé, Dean." Dean slumped into his chair. "Go talk to her. You'll probably be with her for a while, so I'll go ask Castiel what happened from there." At that Dean sat up straight in his chair, making Sam chuckle. "Y'know, I can't tell whether you're more afraid that your fiancé is here while you're explaining a previous relationship or that I just suggested that I ask Castiel about the rest of the story."

The blonde glared at Sam. "It ain't funny, Sam." His brother held his hands up, not very apologetic. After a moment, Dean sighed. "Alright, go ask Cas. I'm gonna let Lisa in." He stood and briefly checked his appearance in the mirror (earning himself a laugh from Sam) before opening the door. "Hey, Lisa."

"Dean!" Lisa Braeden smiled at her fiancé. "I was beginning to get worried when you didn't answer right away." After a second she noticed Sam. "You must be Sam," she said, moving past Dean to greet his brother, who had stood up when Dean opened the door. "Sorry if I'm interrupting something. I was just coming to get Dean for a couple of things for the wedding."

Sam shook his head while shaking Lisa's hand. "No, you're not interrupting anything. I was actually just leaving. Have fun. I'll have to remember to get Dean to bring me over for dinner at some point before the two of you get married."

"Castiel! Let me in!"

The bartender groaned, his head throbbing. After a brief internal debate, he stood and slowly walked over to the bar doors. "What do you want?"

Sam took a moment to look Castiel up and down before realizing what was off about the dark brunette. "Are you...drunk?"

Castiel shrugged. "Most likely not any more." He looked up at Sam, squinting in the sunlight. "Why are you here?"

Half-smiling at Castiel's misfortune (and by misfortune I mean obvious hangover), Sam decided to help the bartender by closing all the bar's blinds. "Dean's fiancé came over while I was talking to him about you. She wanted to take him away for stuff for their wedding so I decided to come back and ask you about what else happened." The taller brunette sat down at the bar, waiting for Castiel to join him.

Sighing, Castiel re-locked the bar's doors before standing across from Sam behind the bar. "Where did the two of you leave off?"

"You'd just told Dean your name."

Castiel took a moment to glare at Sam. "I have a feeling that you made a rude comment about that situation." Sam shrugged, doing moderately well to hide his smile. "After I helped Dean, we each went our separate ways. I knew that Dean wouldn't just give up on a case, even after the events that led to our meeting, so I forewarned your brother that we would meet again. However, it seemed that Dean was not expecting me to reappear as I did."

Dean was walking back to his office after a brief grocery run (Sammy'd sent a telegram that had only said "healthy food") when he noticed someone standing in front of his car. His precious car, which Sam could attest to, because sometimes his older brother referred to it as "Baby", leading to an eye roll from the taller of the two brothers. So, Dean decided to do the easiest course of action when his Baby was involved.

"If you touch that car I swear I will shoot you without hesitation." Whoever it was obviously believed him because they backed away slowly with their hands up. "Now who the hell are you and do you know who's car that even is?" Dean didn't move as he watched the man turn around, not allowing the surprise to show on his face. "Castiel?"

There was the slightest hint of a smile on Castiel's face as he turned to Dean. "Hello, Mister Winchester. I did tell you that we would meet again."

Dean holstered his gun. "Yeah but I wasn't expecting to shoot you for touching my car."

"You weren't in the office when I stopped by."

The blonde rolled his eyes. "Castiel, what are you doing here?"

Castiel shrugged. "I merely -"

"- and I swear if you finish that sentence with 'came to see you', I will pull out my gun and shoot you." The dark brunette shut his mouth, holding his hands up in surrender. "Now what're you actually doing here?" Dean crossed his arms, determinedly glaring at Castiel and not thinking about how happy he was to see him again.

After a moment, Castiel spoke again. "I came to see if you had any intention of further investigation of the case involving the Novak gang." The blonde was silent, which Castiel took as an affirmative. "The head of the gang, Michael Novak, is very dangerous. The majority of the rumors about him involve violent deaths."

Dean hummed in agreement. "Sounds like you know the guy." Unfortunately for Castiel, Dean's people reading skills weren't as bad as his so the P.I. didn't missed the uncomfortable foot-shifting the dark brunette did. Letting out a little "huh", Dean decided to ignore it for the time being and turn the conversation back to the reason Castiel came to see him. "Sorry, Castiel. The client hired me to see the end of this case so they can get their closure."

Castiel cocked his head to the side, curious. "Is the client someone you know very well?"

"What? No." Dean shook his head. "Why d'you ask that?"

The dark brunette blinked at the sudden question. "It seems as though you're taking this case very personally."

Dean shook his head again. "It's my job to help people find closure for cases they have interest in or ones that relate to their family in some way. Sometimes it isn't murder and is just some boring family history thing."

Castiel nodded. "Are you always this...persistent in the investigation of these cases?"

The P.I. shrugged. "Sometimes, when the family's really worried." He glanced at his watch, obviously trying to change topics. "I gotta go. Don't get paid just to stand around." Castiel nodded again. "See ya, Cas." It was a slip of the tongue, but Castiel found that he didn't really mind it. Actually, he found it sort of comforting. With a little smile, the dark brunette turned away from Dean's office building and began to walk away, completely missing Dean's glance back at him.

Sam leaned away from the bar, trying to crack his back. "Dean seriously thought you were gonna hurt his car?"

Castiel shrugged. "He seemed very protective of it."

Laughing, the younger Winchester leaned back onto the bar. "Dean loves that car. Seriously, he threatens people who just walk past it too close." He shrugged. "Never did understand why. Still don't actually." Sam frowned, before shaking it off. "Drinks?" Castiel nodded before pulling out two shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey. Sam nodded after the bartender filled both glasses. "I see why Dean talked about you so fondly now."

A/N: WHOA WHOA WHOA I AM SO SORRY I LOVE YOU ALL I TOTALLY FORGOT TO WRTIE ONE OF THESE OH MY GOD WHY NIGHT VALE STOP DISTRACTING ME

Okay, now that that's over with. Hi! Sorry it's been so long. School's been insane and this is winter break with my family wanting me to stay off of the computer (like that's gonna happen). Belated happy holidays to everyone and an early Happy New Year because I doubt I'll be updating again that soon.

So, overall, was the chapter worth it or would you still like to murder me for waiting this long and not tackling a huge writer's block earlier? Thank you all!

UPDATE 8/7/14: "His Fiancé and A Car Named Baby" chapter title changed to "I'm In Love With My Car" by Queen, though I was sorely tempted to make it "I'm in Love With My Car and That Woman Over There".